make do with playing ball in the house. Which is fine except that sometimes the ball lands in the wrong place.
Poor Daisy desperately wants to get her ball but won't walk on the wooden surface to get it. She insists on keeping 2 feet safely on the arm of the settee and stretches as far as she can to try to reach the ball. To make sure I am aware of the fact that her ball has landed on the table she makes the most horrendous shrieks and howls and pathetic sounding wails until I come and rescue the ball.
I just wish I could get her 2o2o contacts as good on the a-frame as they are on the settee!